Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.